It was so easy for all the world to brand you such a depressing year, but how unfair is it to blame you for our struggles? Many saw you as a distant lover chasing something grander in the distance leaving them feeling abandoned by you, when in essence you were allowing us the freedom to choose our own paths. We were becoming charged with our own futures and for some, that weight turned into self destruction while others flourished and bloomed from your lack of attention.
I, myself, spent my time with you trying to build something, whether that be a porch gate, a seat or even a shed. I had no prior skill set to draw upon, no master teacher holding my hand (I wouldn't have let them anyway), or any idea how it would turn out, but I did have the stubbornness passed down from generation to generation of women in my bloodline that refused to quit this time. Quitting, often seems to be a failure I have found comfort in when my mind wanders to a new task instead of favoring the current one. If you never complete anything then there is no fear of failure since the only judgement you will be subjected to is your own, in which you labeled it unfinished instead of failed. Unfinished has the sound of opportunity that resonates throughout it, whereas failure has an ominous tone that is deafening. To fail and begin again requires one to learn from self-action and change their mindset to listen for hope within starting over. Hope doesn't live within fear but in beginnings.
So, to new beginnings, please find my heartfelt thank you for allowing me those moments with you to reflect on my weaknesses and accept them. For in acceptance I no longer fear change but consider it a friend on my journey toward acceptance and self value.
Sincerely,
Me
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